Written for @jtargaryen18’s Haunted House challenge. Thank you, so much for letting me take part in my first Clint/OC one-shot. I hope you all enjoy reading it. Co-written with threeminutesoflife.
Pairing: Dark Clint Barton/OC, (reincarnated OC)
Warnings: Breeding kink, slight rough sex
I hope everyone enjoys the story, and I really hope jtargaryen18 enjoys the story.
Lena Markowitz had been lucky as hell to get the last online ticket, for the celebrity haunted house night. It was open for only one night, and she had desperately wanted to leave the lonely apartment, that she was forced to call home.
There was no que when she arrived, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. She was shown into the haunted house, and there were other celebrities, but she chose Jeremy Renner, and the Hawkeye/Ronin set to see.
She curiously moved closer to the set of her favourite character, before shivering from the chill in the air. Lena didn’t realize that she had gotten too close, and with a flash of pure white light, disappeared, only leaving behind a purple scarf.
Clint Barton, or Ronin as he was called now, moved silently around the land of his farmhouse. He’d decided to take matters into his own hands, after seeing the worst of humanity getting away with heinous crimes. He hardly cared what anyone thought of what he was doing, he had a job to do and that was it, end of story.
Especially, since losing her to the worst of humanity and his father. He’d failed to protect her, because his father had felt the need to punish him for rebelling.
He saw a figure up ahead, and cautiously moved towards the person who was calling out for help. He froze when he saw the familiar red wavy hair, and brown eyes.
‘It can’t be her; it can’t be her. I lost her, because of him,’ He thought stunned.
Lena had no idea where she was, but she knew that she wasn’t at the haunted house anymore, that was for sure. It was cold, and it was snowing heavily. Her scarf was gone, so she buttoned up her coat even further.
She saw a farmhouse up ahead. Perhaps she could ask the owner for help and find out where the hell she was. She cautiously walked towards the house, to hear a voice call out to her warningly.
“Stop right there, and don’t move!” The voice growled warningly, a threat in the man’s voice and she stayed still. For what almost seemed like an eternity, she saw a man come round from the left side of the house.
He stood out like a wolf in a forest. His hair was in the style of a mohawk, his dark blonde, almost brown hair swept to the top of his head, giving him a menacing, but yet dangerous edge. He was wearing a black leather jacket with dark blue jeans, and a black sweater. He was an attractive man, with grey eyes that reminded her of a hawk, or better yet a wolf.
He stared at her as if he recognized her somehow, but that was impossible. Men like him, didn’t give Lena a second glance. Unlike her sister, or her former friends. He was staring at her, as if he loves her.
Recognition filled him. A pull in his chest, memories rushing back, her laugh, her smile, the way her body shook when wrapped around him. All the things about her that he locked away.
When the fall happened, Lena’s face flashed in his mind. He trained himself to forget her so he could carry on, but the hole she left in his life/heart remained.
There’s a burning in her chest and nerve endings spark. Seeing her favourite celebrity drew anticipation, but this was nothing like that. Nothing compared to this rush of emotions, to finding her missing half.
A sadness filled her for a second, she didn’t even know a part of her was missing until seeing him in front of her. His expression, a mix of stormy emotions and longing. Familiarity washes over her, pushing away any sadness and letting warmth fill her. She already knew his scent, the husk in his voice, the feel of his hands over her.
It happens without words, his body covering hers. Lena’s not sure who moved first through the snow and cut the distance. But she gave herself to him even before he asked.
She pulls him into a kiss, his lips meeting hers and he feels her fingers run over the buzzed sides of his hair before she tangles them into his mohawk.
Lena gave his hair a tug as she deepens the kiss, and he groans against her mouth. He presses his hardness into her thigh and runs his hands down the sides of her body. He thought she were lost to him, forever untouchable and unattainable. He responded in kind, his fingers twisting through her, thick wavy red hair.
“I no longer know who to thank,” Clint heavily refers to his fall between hungry kisses and bitten lips. “But you’re here now. I’m never losing you again.”
He walks her blindly to the side of the house, her back hitting the cold frame of the front door as his mouth descends on her neck. His hands run over her body, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.
“We’ve lost all that time... I’m not losing anymore,” Clint vows.
The wind whips across her faces, stinging her cheeks, reminding them both they’re still outdoors. She feels his hands run past her ass and cup the back of her thighs
“Up,” he commands and with her legs wrapped around him and he carries her inside and, in a blur, he pushes the door closed and sets her down to shed his coat and sweater. Warm air licks her naked legs as Clint kicks away her ripped tights and shoes, are tossed over his shoulders before running his hands up her inner thighs.
Her coat and jacket hit the floor as she jumps back into his arms. The slight curling edge of the old wallpaper rubs her back as Clint’s hard length settled along her wet folds.
“I missed you, Lena,” dress discarded, and panties pulled away, his words brush against her lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“Show me,” she begs, so many years lost that are demanding to be restored. Her mind has been made to forget him, but she does remember him. “Show me, Clint.” She calls him by his real name, not Ronin.
Clint slightly pulls back and hesitates for a moment; she feels his muscles flutter under her fingertips.
Deep and rich colored feather edges graze her thighs as Lena wraps her legs around him tighter and encloses them both. His wings are massive and strong, blocking out the fire dancing in the hearth behind him. The feathers are black, with gold streaked through them and at the end of his feathers.
A swift flap and the rush of wind fans across her face as they circle. He perches her higher on his hips before steadily guiding her lower, slowly sheathing himself inside her. Her head falls back against the wall as she stretches around him
“You found your home again,” Clint's deep voice wraps around her. “I can’t wait till we fill it.” As he says that, an unexpected flood of contentment rushes over her at his words, and she allows him to carry her into his bedroom.
He was her home, and she was his. He pushed her onto the bed, watching her with hungry eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He was so beautiful. He moaned against her mouth as her grip on him tightened just slightly but the pressure was driving him wild.
"Do you want me?" He asks her lowly after a minute. She looks at him, her breath panting, her core soaked, and she leans in, kissing him again.
When she pulls back, she strokes his cheek. "I want you more than I have wanted anyone in a long time." She kisses him again. "Don't leave me again. Please."
He growls against her and feels her grind up against his clothed cock. "Baby, I could never," he growls against her. He bites her lip, causing a soft moan to escape her. He glances at the curtains that are pulled back and then back at her. "Give me a second."
He gets up and walks over, pulling the curtains over the windows. At that moment he takes off his shirt and lifts her up, pushing her against the wall. She laughs at his eagerness, but stops her laughing all together as soon as he pulls down her panties, looking up at her with hungry eyes.
"I'm about to make this exactly like we did it before," he whispers to her.
She nods, fervently. "Please, Clint. I want you so much." He nibbles at her ear before descending to his knees. And within seconds, his tongue was plunged deep inside her wet pussy, his fingers already working at her clit.
He kept a firm grip on Lena's waist, holding her up as her knees threatened to give way, licking, and sucking between her thighs. She cried aloud and tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue licked her, exploring, and savoring her taste and scent. She'd never been possessed like this before, never felt such a burning need or intense bond. She arched her back in near unbearable pleasure as Clint's skillful tongue probed deeper.
"Say you want me, Lena. Please, say you want me and won't leave me?" He asked roughly, stroking her throbbing bundle of nerves with a heavily calloused finger. She almost fell over at the intense pleasure. Clint lowered her on the floor.
"I want you, Clint. I'll always want you, Clint," she promised, tugging at his hair as he pleasures her with his tongue. She slid her hands down his body, feeling the rippling muscles, and felt over his abs, before cupping his cock.
His cock was hard and hot in her hands, and she heard him groan as she began pumping it. Her dress had been pulled up around her hips, and her shoes were somewhere on the floor.
He pulled her hands off his cock and tangled his calloused fingers into her beautiful locks of dark red wavy hair.
Clint traced his calloused, roughened fingers over the softness of her stomach. His mind briefly thought of how much he was looking forward to seeing her carrying his baby in eight months, time. Considering what he was, she would be pregnant by the end of two weeks time.
Lena cried out as he entered her and Clint almost pulled back, fearful of causing her pain, but she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her and holding his gaze with a burning passion in her eyes.
"Make me yours again, like before," she whispered fiercely, licking his neck, tasting the beads of sweat. "Show me that I belong to you, Clint."
Clint didn't need any further encouragement at her words. He buried himself inside of her. He began to move with slow, rhythmic thrusts, taking possession of her, feeling her body drawing him in; her hands running through his hair. Clutching at his shoulders and back as he kissed her again and again, his tongue seeking every curve and line of her eager mouth as the passion built and knotted in his belly.
"Mine, mine," he growled roughly, pounding into her relentlessly, feeling very happy at having her back in his arms, as he pulled her legs around him tightly.
She could feel him inside her, feel his cock kissing her womb as he bit her neck, squeezed and stroked her breasts. Her teeth bit into the muscle of his shoulder as he roared in hungry lust, one hand tangled in her hair, the other pawing at her face, her breasts, her belly as her own passion responded to his. She screamed aloud, her nails digging into his back, as Clint's hips thrust harder and faster, his growls, grunts, snarls and moans deep and guttural as he continued to make her, his. And within seconds before him, she had come too, her cunt squeezing around his cock.
Clint’s wings wrapped around her tightly, holding her tightly against him and he pulled her into his side. She felt his cock twitch inside of her, making it clear that he was far from finished with his desires for her.
Clint’s longing and love for Lena hadn’t faltered in the four months since she had come back to him, and he was now watching her as she slept under the sheets. He looked down to see Lena had moved and was now curled into his chest, her long red wavy hair fanning over his chest. Her hand was resting over where his heart was, and her stomach was round with their baby.
She looked so beautiful and content, while reading a book to their unborn baby boy. He kissed her and pulled away slightly. Clint put away his sketchbook as he thought of how he’d lost her the first time. She had died in his arms, along with their unborn child, because Tony felt he needed to be punished for falling in love with Lena, a human. He already missed her so much and wished that he had gotten more time with her, before.
He loved her, and he wouldn’t lose her again. He wanted to touch her now. He was hard as hell. When he claimed her mouth in a tender kiss, Clint was reminded of all the reasons he loved the woman in his arms. Yes, his Lena was beautiful, and kind, inside and out – the personification of her name. She accepted him as he was, put his needs above her own.
After losing her the first time, Clint realized now, he wouldn't have made it without her, if he hadn’t found her in the backyard of his farmhouse.
Lena deepened this kiss and he simply loved the way her hands slid up his neck, her fingers sinking into his hair. The press of her body against his was the sweetest heat, softness but power and it made him light-headed, had him navigating them a few steps to the edge of the bed.
He loved the startled look in her eyes when he took them down, but she laughed when they landed on the bed. Grace trusted him, believed in him. It was in everything from her beautiful eyes to the way she was always aware of where he was in a room.
Well, she was certainly aware of him now. The skirt of that nightgown had ridden up her thighs and she wrapped herself around him in a way that had even harder – if that were possible. Clint was as careful with the nightgown, he really was, but he wanted it on the floor along with anything else that kept her being naked and ready for him.
Lena's chuckle was a low, seductive sound. "Someone's eager tonight."
He'd just got the nightgown all the way down without hitch and he was proud of that. "Damn right."
It was a frenzy of movement, Clint peeling the nightgown off and plucking off her maternity bra, her panties. Her beautiful skin was all flushed and pink beneath him and his gaze roamed the bump of her stomach, he thought about that conversation he’d had with her, before she had died the first time.
He'd like to see Lena pregnant constantly.
Leaning down, he surprised her with a soft kiss to her tummy. Originally, it was all he intended to do before kissing her some more, getting her ready for him.
But she was ready and the smell of her was intoxicating. Clint wrapped his arms around her thighs, positioning himself between them. He started with a simple lick from her opening to her clit. It was all he could do to hang onto her, and Clint grinned. Tonight, was going to be good.
He dove in, devastating her with everything he knew she loved, that he knew would take her apart. His Lena didn't disappoint him. Her hands clutched in his hair as he teased her with his mouth, enjoying the chorus of her sighs, moans, and breathy little cries until he knew he had her right on the edge. Where he wanted her.
He sucked and moved his tongue like a pro, like it was an instinct, some animalistic thing he had deep inside of him. She was trying to contain the moans, sighs and breathy little cries she had but eventually, they all came out when he rolled his tongue over her clit.
She cried out in pleasure, her hands tugging at his hair, but he didn't let go of her hips. His grip was tight, but not too tight as he pleasured her with his tongue. She moaned as he gathered some of her wetness on his fingers, taking her hand in his right hand before slipping two calloused fingers inside her wet core.
He could feel her, hot around him, her walls clamping down around the roughened digits. He hadn't touched her roughly with his fingers before, too scared to hurt her. But by the way she was squirming and moaning, he knew he'd made a good decision.
Clint continued his ministrations, bringing her to the edge, then backing off, wanting to drag it out as long as possible. He wanted to watch her beautiful face as she came undone, watch her shake as the pleasure rolled through her. And he wasn't disappointed. Her back arched beautifully, lifting off the bed as she spasmed around his fingers. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight, his name nothing more than a cry from her lips. He smirked, working her through her orgasm before he pulled his fingers from her folds.
The sight of her naked on their bed, her beautiful blonde hair tousled and reaching down to her shoulders. Her face was flushed, her blue eyes sparkling. He'd never wanted or loved someone, like he loved Lena and their baby boy that was growing inside of her.
He crawled back up her body, her hand taking his right wrist before lifting his fingers into her mouth. He felt the heat of her tongue against them as she licked them clean. He twitched again, rutting his hips against hers. She moaned a little, her hips grinding against his, trying to get some friction. He pulled his fingers from her lips, pressing a kiss to them before he stood, stripping out of his jeans.
He stared down at her as he ran his hand down his hard cock. She was spread out on the mattress, her folds slick again as she stared at him with hooded eyes. He kneeled back on the bed, covering her body with his.
He eased himself into her, taking his time to let her adjust. He kissed her jaw, nipping at the delicate skin of her neck until he was fully seated in her. He paused for a moment, resting his forehead against hers, staring down into her eyes before he started moving. Inch by inch he pulled out of her, before pushing back in. He wanted her to feel him. This was about her. He wanted to show her he loved her. How much she and Casper meant to him, and how lost he would be without her or their son.
He gradually picked up speed, his thrusts deep as he held her, his hips moving against hers. Her nails dug into his shoulder, but he didn't care. He barely felt it as he stared into her eyes. He saw something flash behind them, before she was stopping him.
"Wait." She breathed, her hand on his back stilling him.
He leaned up on his hands and knees, scared he'd hurt her. She sat up slightly, causing him to slip from her as she turned, laying on her stomach under him. He remembered how she had once told him, that she’d had really hurt her in this position. In the months since she’d been at the farmhouse, they'd been together, she had never turned her back to him. He hadn't suggested it, knowing her memories of that position. He stared down at her back, the curve of her spine. He could see her shoulder blades sticking out as she gripped the sleeping bag under her.
"Are you sure, Lena?" He asked quietly, he didn't want to push her into anything that she wasn't ready for.
Lena nodded firmly, her face calm but her blue eyes were firm and determined as she looked up at the man she loved. She must have sensed his hesitation. She reached back, gripping his length before guiding him back into her. He lowered himself to his elbows over her, her hands coming around to grip his biceps. He started moving again, slowly, hesitantly. He brushed her hair over one shoulder, pressing his lips to exposed skin.
Clint heard her breathless moans as he sped up, hitting that spot deep inside her with every movement. Her hands tightened on his biceps, her head falling back as he sped up even more, his hips hitting her ass with every thrust. His name was like a prayer on her lips, her back arching as her walls squeezed him tightly.
He growled as he hit her g - spot, feeling her nails digging into the skin of his biceps but it didn't hurt. He nuzzled her neck, loving the fact that he was making her feel pleasure in this position that had once caused her so much pain.
He could feel his own release nearing, his breath fanning over her back as he grunted into her shoulder. He lightly bit the skin as she came, her walls fluttering around him. She was still gripping his biceps, her head falling forward as he continued thrusting, not taking long to reach his release as well.
The room is covered in darkness, with the moon shining over Clint and Lena. Her skin is pale against his tanned body, and places kisses on her face, neck and neck.
"Mine," he growled roughly into her mouth. He moved to his knees, deepening his thrusts all the while keeping his pace slow for her.
"Yours, Clint. All yours," she said breathlessly. Clint growled low in his throat as he moved faster. He could feel her coming closer to the edge, beads of sweat on her pale skin.
Clint closed his eyes and buried his face in the back of her neck, setting his teeth to her flesh like a dog in heat. Her quiet, breathless moans answered his growls, snarls, and grunts with each thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the quiet room. She tipped her hips up to get a better angle to rub her clit and he pushed deeper, making her cry out.
His rough hand travelled down her side. "Cum, Lena." His breathless longing twisted in her. She felt his body tremble, his thrusts ease back. "I-I can't hold back." As he speaks, his wings come out and embrace her.
"I don't care, Clint," she said breathlessly, before crying out softly as his calloused fingers pinched, and pulled her nipples erotically. She clutched at his biceps, her red curls catching in the moonlight. His hands slid over her swollen bump, heavy with his baby and if possible, he felt even more aroused by her.
If he had his way, Lena would be pregnant all the time with their children. The thought caused his cock to harden, and he thrusted deeper into her.
"I need you to cum, baby," Clint leaned down to whisper in her ear, his heated breath making her shiver. "Please, for me…"
Holding his weight off her with one hand, the other smoothed down the swell of her stomach, his fingers eased down into her folds to find her clit.
The first brush against her small bundle of nerves had her arching breathlessly under him. His thrusts came faster, and she knew he needed to feel her come apart around him. Now. A selfish lover Clint had never been. A series of teasing touches against the small nub with those strong calloused fingers and he pushed her over the edge. Lena's sharp cries filled the room, tears of pleasure sliding down her cheeks in the darkness.
When Lena tightened around him, Clint found his release with her, his body tightening around her and ecstasy written on his beautiful face as he slipped out of her and dropped to her side. Struggling to breathe, her arms around their baby, he eased her onto her side, pulling her in to be his little spoon, his wings cocooning her in his warmth.
"I love you so much," he whispered in the darkness. "You've given me life again, Lena. I… didn't know what I was going to do. When I thought I lost you, I just…I'm so happy I found you again."
"I always will come back to you, Clint. You’re my fallen, angel. I love you, and our son. " Lena answered softly, tracing the tattoo on his right arm. Clint nuzzled her neck tenderly, his wings brushing against her, and his placed his right hand over the swell of her bump, as Casper kicked.
Home, she was home with her fallen angel. It was like what Clint had said to her, on their first night together, four months ago. Where she had become pregnant with Casper, who was growing inside of her.
"You found your home again,” Clint's deep voice wraps around her. “I can’t wait till we fill it."
AN: Clint is based on Lucifer in loose terms, and Lena is a young woman that was in love with Clint/Ronin but was killed by God/Tony because she was making Clint rebel. Lena was resurrected but her mind was made to forget Clint, until she reunited with him after falling into the portal.
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